{"id":45,"date":"2008-07-12T23:36:22","date_gmt":"2008-07-13T06:36:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/?p=45"},"modified":"2008-07-12T23:36:22","modified_gmt":"2008-07-13T06:36:22","slug":"somehow-saturdays-are-so-hard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/?p=45","title":{"rendered":"Somehow Saturdays are so hard"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t quite understand, but Saturdays are the hardest day of the week.\u00c2\u00a0 I make it through a whole week of infusions with high energy and good spirits, and then Saturday I crash hard.\u00c2\u00a0 Same as the previous weeks.\u00c2\u00a0 I sleep in way too late.\u00c2\u00a0 Have no energy.\u00c2\u00a0 Cry for no reason.\u00c2\u00a0 Can&#8217;t eat.\u00c2\u00a0 No fun.<\/p>\n<p>Today the plan was to go to the beach.\u00c2\u00a0 Really, it was my brother&#8217;s plan.\u00c2\u00a0 To take KM to the Oregon coast, and to let one of the dogs play in the wet and.\u00c2\u00a0 I was the limiting factor.\u00c2\u00a0 He kept asking me if i was ready yet.\u00c2\u00a0 I was still in my bathrobe.\u00c2\u00a0 I knew that we were going to be getting there really late.\u00c2\u00a0 I felt pressure.\u00c2\u00a0 And then I started crying.\u00c2\u00a0 I didn&#8217;t want to hold them back, but I aslo wanted to go.\u00c2\u00a0 I also didnt want to go, but I didn&#8217;t want to give up and not go.\u00c2\u00a0 Oh, what a jumble in my head.<\/p>\n<p>I did go.\u00c2\u00a0 It was worth it.\u00c2\u00a0 The wind was strong.\u00c2\u00a0 The ocean was big. The dog was really happy. I slept on the way there and the way back.<\/p>\n<p>x left this morning (no beach), P left to be with his girlfriend&#8217;s family last night, and KM leaves tomorrow morning at some really early time.\u00c2\u00a0 LK and I are going to hang out on Monday, but other than that, my friends have returned home.\u00c2\u00a0 I am, of course, a little bit sad from that.\u00c2\u00a0 But I also know that I have all my friends in NYC when I return.\u00c2\u00a0 Seven days.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m feeling really stifled by my family right now.\u00c2\u00a0 I know they don&#8217;t mean to.\u00c2\u00a0 But it happens. I&#8217;m really looking forward to going back to my regular life.<\/p>\n<p>That said, I&#8217;m scared to have to take responsibility for so much of what my mother has been helping me with.\u00c2\u00a0 From helping me figure out what I could possibly eat, to making it, to doing my laundry, to supporting me emotionally.\u00c2\u00a0 NYC\/Brooklyn is going to be a culture shock.\u00c2\u00a0 It is going to be hard again.\u00c2\u00a0 And there are going to be lots of people.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t quite understand, but Saturdays are the hardest day of the week.\u00c2\u00a0 I make it through a whole week of infusions with high energy and good spirits, and then Saturday I crash hard.\u00c2\u00a0 Same as the previous weeks.\u00c2\u00a0 I sleep in way too late.\u00c2\u00a0 Have no energy.\u00c2\u00a0 Cry for no reason.\u00c2\u00a0 Can&#8217;t eat.\u00c2\u00a0 No &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/?p=45\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Somehow Saturdays are so hard<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[35,31,27,33,30,13,15],"class_list":["post-45","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daily-update","tag-appetite","tag-brooklyn","tag-friends","tag-parents","tag-portland","tag-side-effects","tag-sleep"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=45"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=45"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=45"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=45"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}